Then the boy sat up.
"I'm all right," he said, "it was just a dream I had last night.

No, I have not seen Mills; they tell me he left yesterday afternoon for Brighton.

Shall we go ?" For some little distance they went in silence; then it seemed that Morris made an effort and spoke.
"Really, I got what they call 'quite a turn' just now," he said.

"I had a curiously vivid dream last night about that corner, and you suddenly appeared in my dream quite unexpectedly, as you did just now." "And what was this dream ?" asked Mr.Taynton, turning up his coat collar, for the wind of their movement blew rather shrilly on to his neck.
"Oh, nothing particular," said Morris carelessly, "the vividness was concerned with your appearance; that was what startled me." Then he fell back into the train of thought that had occupied him all the way down from London.
"I believe I was half-mad with rage last night," he said at length, "but this afternoon, I think I am beginning to be sane again.

It's true Mills tried to injure me, but he didn't succeed.